When we fished the east side of the lake, we slowed the boat to get a closer look. How sad the owner doesn't see its rustic charm and put a heart beat back into the sweet structure. Maybe it's that business of being old and no one caring anymore.
Gotta share what just happened here....
Hubby sitting in recliner reading morning paper. Me and fuzzy one in the other recliner typing. We heard a noise in the kitchen like somebody was tapping on our kitchen window. Hubby got up to see what the commotion was all about. Of all things, a red-bellied woodpecker was tapping his beak against the window. Do you suppose the bird is smart enough to be telling hubby the bird feeder is empty?